Realm Peak, the Army at the Gates

Seven days later.

In a warehouse outside White Crane Merchant Association, Jiang Yan met with an executive from Hero Pavilion to exchange goods.

"Huh? Why is the quantity so small this time?"

Jiang Yan looked around, clearly displeased.

"Old Yuan, I've paid in full according to our agreement every time we've traded, but you haven't exactly been showing much goodwill."

He pointed at the "goods" the other man had brought.

"The last few times we've traded, the quantity has been smaller each time. Are the Yuan Crystals I'm paying with counterfeit?

"Are they not worth a bulk deal?

"Are you brushing me off?"

They had done business many times by now, and had become familiar enough that they could just about joke around.

The Hero Pavilion executive, Yuan Yunshen, gave a wry smile and quickly apologized.

"I'm truly sorry! We're not brushing you off.

"It's just that the goods we've been able to collect through our various channels have indeed dwindled. We really can't meet your needs anymore."

The "goods" the two men were discussing were, in fact, all kinds of anomalies, of varying types and levels.

Ever since Jiang Yan had gained control of part of White Crane Merchant Association's authority, he had been putting the daily dividends he received straight into deals with Hero Pavilion, buying large quantities of anomalies.

His goal was clear: accumulate Weird Value as quickly as possible, first reach the peak of the Wén Realm, then absorb the benefits he had obtained from the Juling Society and advance to the Extreme Realm!

After all, the current situation was grim. The Ninglu Army could arrive at the city gates at any moment.

At a time like this, advancing his martial cultivation again would greatly improve his own safety and let him protect those around him.